Studio Killers - Friday Night Gurus Lyrics
Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?They've got a soundFunny how, funny howFunny how it flowsHeaven is down wherever their DJ bag goesAll the oldies and the goldies playing on the radioThey don't make me feel the way you doMy Friday night gurusYou're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audioI believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seemYou're from another worldWhere is the boy? The boogie's strong in himHe'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphin's swimThey've got a soundSeriously obese in the bass frequenciesPerfectly round, like spirals in their DNAAll the oldies and the goldies playing on the radioThey don't make me feel the way you doMy Friday night gurusYou're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audioI believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seemYou're from another worldI walk the night through the people on the streetsOh, what I would give to be in your companyInto the night with the sailors of the sleazeAll hands on dick, they're like animals in heatAll the oldies and the goldies playing on the radioThey don't make me feel the way you doMy Friday night gurusYou're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audioI believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seemYou're from another worldYou're from another world
